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GF 101	By : Xax Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 4416 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's Note: it has been a LONG TIME since I've posted anything here; I've been meaning to write some GF porn (among other things) for ages. But here's the first chapter in what is planned to be a series, although with my update schedule it'll be likely 2011 before I post the second chapter.
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Squall's forehead still hurt. Here it was, the afternoon of the SeeD exam, and he still hadn't managed to get his prerequisites done. He'd planned to finish the last few tasks this morning, but Seifer just had to pull that stunt of his and put Squall in the infirmary for most of the day. Now he had only a few hours to take and file his tests and, worst of all, Prof. Trepe seemed to think he'd need an escort as he hurried from task to task around the Garden, just in case... what? Just in case he passed out from his head wound and fell into the water? And had volunteered herself for the cause. He really had no clue why she was following him around, trying to talk to him as often as not.
He was certain the growing pain in his head was due less to taking a sword to the face and more because of Prof. Trepe's high-pitched giggle, which she employed every time she thought she'd said something funny. Squall stomped back to the second floor classroom, a veritable stormcloud of grumpiness over his head.
According to his itinerary (which he had written a week ago and now even looking at the TO BE COMPLETED BY dates made him feel guilty) the only requirement for the SeeD exam he had left was the most challenging of the bunch— capture a mid-level Guardian Force and utilize its junction techniques (with elemental or status junctions worth extra credit).
Part of the reason that Balamb Garden was established, in fact, on Balamb Island was that practically every cave, forest, shore, and nook & cranny on the island had its own patron GF, which made procuring Forces for prospective SeeD members relatively easy. Squall didn't know the details; something about indigenous earth-worshipping cultures that had attracted or created Forces which had remained to the present day.
At any rate, he had jotted down a few prospective sites when he was doing his initial planning, but with his current time crunch it looked like the nearest option was the only one feasible— all the other sites were at least a half-day hike into the more remote parts of the island, whereas the Fire Cavern was maybe a half-hour walk, through a field (and around a forest), away from the Garden.
And it looked like Prof. Trepe intended to follow him all the way there too. If he had known that (and felt like blowing his chances of becoming a SeeD for the next six months) he would have picked the furthest site, the one on a sheer cliff, against the sea, on the other side of the mountain, just for spite. Well, maybe not really. She was a decent teacher, but she just kept talking to him, like she wanted to be his friend. Squall's life was so hard.
Prof. Trepe did, in fact, come with him all the way to the Fire Cave, giving advice on how to bat off mosquitoes and caterpillars on the way. Admittedly, the mosquitos in Balamb were about the size of Squall's head, and the caterpillars were about twice the size of his entire body, but nevertheless he figured it should be assumed he could take care of himself.
On the far side of the forest, the field changed to scrubland broken up by rocky cliffs, ranging in height from a few feet tall to twenty or thirty. After a few minutes awkwardly scrabbling around and over the landscape, Squall found the cavern entrance. (Actually, Prof. Trepe found the entrance, but Squall was the one who found the right cliff, if only by almost breaking his neck [and ripping up the knees of his pants, too] falling down it. It still counted.) It was bare and rocky, with boulders strewn around a dark hole in the cliff.
Prof. Trepe looked around, then coughed anxiously to attract Squall's attention (who was, as usual, doing his best to ignore her). "There should be some Garden staff waiting here to time your test...."
Squall felt like the temperature around him dropped by a good ten degrees. He was already pressed for time; if someone else's incompetence meant he was going to be stuck waiting here while everyone else went and took the SeeD exam he was going to make the responsible parties very uncomfortable.
Prof. Trepe went on, oblivious to Squall's sudden frozen posture. "...You did tell the staff you were headed to the Fire Cavern this afternoon, right?"
Oh god, and the responsible party was him. At Squall's stricken expression, Prof. Trepe raised a glove-covered hand to her mouth as she let out a shrill giggle. Squall glared as well as he could, inside mentally kicking himself. Oh god, he could feel his cheeks heating up; he really hoped his blush wasn't visibly obvious.
"Well, we all make mistakes from time to time, even my star student." Prof. Trepe thought for a moment. "It's not strictly to regulation, but I could stand by outside to time and grade you."
Okay, and Squall forgave every bad thing he had ever thought about Prof. Trepe if she was going to work this out for him.
"But!" she exclaimed, turning to face Squall (as opposed to her regular oratory position, which was 'standing and speachifying to invisible masses', Squall thought, then remembered he should be feeling charitable towards her right now and felt somewhat guilty), "This is dangerous. You're supposed to have a SeeD member escort you in the event this poses too much of a challenge for you alone. Although personally I think you're an exemplary student and this won't be a problem for you, professionally I discourage you from doing this— it's far better to wait, even if you have to miss a SeeD exam, than to try a test like this alone and die." Then she tittered again, totally destroying the stern look she had going for a moment. "But I know you, Squall. You're probably relieved that you don't have anyone tagging along." (Which was true, but he wouldn't have said it to her face.) "So, do you want to go in alone?"
Squall stared at her for a moment, then nodded. "...Yes."
Prof. Trepe brought up a hand to cover her mouth again, this time in an attempt to hide her broad grin. "Of course. Now, you must select a time limit— time spent before emerging from the cave with the GF. Technically, you'll pass even if you fail this time limit, so you'll still be eligible for the SeeD exam, but you'll receive zero points on your grade."
Squall squinted at the sun, then looked at his watch. Really, if he wanted to get back to the Garden in time for the evening SeeD exam, he'd have to be relatively quick no matter what. Not to mention he'd never been inside the cavern and knew nothing about the standing conditions. "...25 minutes?" He tried to flatten the end of the sentence so it wasn't too obviously a question, but Prof. Trepe just smiled, shook her head and ushered him towards the cave entrance. She tapped a few buttons on her wristwatch.
"The timer starts now. Good luck, Squall."
He had already turned and was almost inside the cave. He nodded, hoping Prof. Trepe wasn't expecting much of a response.
The first thing he noticed was that the cave was disconcertingly hot. A warm breeze was wafting out from the cavern entrance as he reached the threshhold, but as he walked deeper into the darkened corridor (stumbling on stray rocks a few times) the breeze rapidly went from 'warm' to 'uncomfortably hot'. He was already hot and sweaty from the trek over, but he was definitely sweating more now, and he hadn't even rounded the first bend on the tunnel.
Which lead to the second thing he noticed about the cavern: there was a dull reddish glow coming from around the bend ahead, outlining the rocky walls in dim light. On one hand, the flashlight he had brought with him was a tiny, almost useless affair. On the other hand, this was incredibly forboding.
As he rounded the corner it felt like he was hit in the chest with a wave of heat. The narrow tunnel opened to a wide underground cavern, floored with glowing magma going down to unknown depths. He could feel sweat break out all over his body. It was a good thing he'd brought water with him for the walk over; if he'd tried this dehydrated he would have probably passed out halfway through.
The only path available, a rough rocky stone path raised just a few feet above the magma, snaked out between looming stalagmites to the center of the cavern. The air was rippling in the heat, but it looked like there was a larger island in the center of the cavern which, if accurate, was probably the way to go.
His heavy leather jacket was already sticking uncomfortably to his arms, though. He shrugged it off, grimicing as it caught against his sweaty arms. He awkwardly rolled his shoulders to free his arms, then tugged the tangled garment off the rest of the way. His sleeveless undershirt below his jacket was already going translucent from sweat. He stretched his shoulders and neck, then tossed his jacket across his left forearm and continued into the cavern.
There came a strange skittering sound behind him as he moved and he whirled around, dropping his jacket and pulling out his gunblade in one smooth motion. A strange monster descended from the shadows above, with three leathery bat wings as well as three winged swan wings whirling around a demonic face. Squall stumbled back, away from it, then darted forward with his sword poised to strike. He clove the monster in two just as it started to sparkle with magical energy. The two halves of the monster drifted to the ground, one wing landing in the magma and combusting with a short, bright flare.
He stood for a second, breathing heavily. That hadn't even been a proper fight, but already the heat had him out of breath and panting. He looked over at where his jacket had fallen and decided to leave it; he needed to keep his weapon out in case more monsters attacked, and the jacket was too cumbersome to carry if he wasn't going to wear it. During the fight his undershirt had rucked up against his sweaty stomach, and he pulled it back down, brushing his knuckles against his skin as he did so.
The humidity from the sea made the heat even more oppressive, although rare whirls of air through the cavern sent his flesh pricking up as they blew past him. He could feel sweat trickle between his shoulderblades and into the damp fabric of his undershirt as he started deeper into the cave. His leather pants were starting to bunch together at his thighs with every step. He automatically unclipped his canteen from his belt and took a quick swallow; it really would do no good at all to get dehydrated.
Only a half-dozen meters brought him to a point where the cavern ceiling rose up higher, leaving no stalagmites or stalactites between him and the magma sea. The path itself was only a meter or two wide, and it got even hotter as he passed the last of the stalagmites. He irritably pushed his clumped, sweaty hair out of his eyes and peered into the distance. The air was hazy and rippling, but he could definitely make out a large island at the center of the magma, surrounded by large pillars of stone. As he looked, though, he became aware of a small, irregularly moving red blob coming from the side, heading towards him.
He spun to face the thing as it bounced onto the path. It spat out a stream of fire as it stilled and Squall fell back, narrowly dodging the flame. It was a roughly spherical monster, with mottled red hide that elongated into rough spikes on its back and a twisted face on the front. He grasped the hilt of his sword with sweaty fingers and dashed forward, cutting downward at the thing, but it bobbed out of the way and he only sliced open a hissing cut in its side, which quickly sealed up. As if in response, the thing puffed out its cheeks and swelled up, quickly doubling in size before it exhaled another large gust of fire at Squall.
The heat from the fire didn't feel hotter than the rest of the air inside the cave, but he felt his hair singe and curl as he rolled backwards. He cast a spare ice spell in one direction and lunged the other, and managed to bring his sword down heavily on the distracted monster. His sword cut straight through its apparently hollow body and into the rock floor below. It hissed and shook, trapped on his gunblade, then began to glow and expand ominously as Squall pulled his blade out of it. He stumbled backwards again as one of his belts caught against the rocky ground and swung him off-balance. The monster exploded violently just as the tip of his sword emerged from the cut, and the rush of superheated air burnt off the short hairs on his hands and arms. He rolled to the ground, hissing in pain as his suddenly uncooperative fingers dropped his weapon. He mentally pulled up a cure spell before his skin blistered.
The Cure spell spun around him like a vitalizing breeze, but the cool, crisp feeling of the spell faded soon and the oppressive heat of the cavern afterward felt even worse. He was still sweating and now covered in soot from the dead monster. He remained on the ground for a second as he tried to catch his breath in the scorching air.
As he got to his feet, a shifting weight and jingling sound called his attention to the ground, where one of his belts had fallen. A piece of the monster's hide had burnt right through one of his belts, leaving it broken on the ground. Squall sighed, but left it there. He unbuckled his other extra belt and left it with; it had tripped him up during the fight and he couldn't afford to have that happen again. He wiped his sooty hands on his undershirt, grimicing at the dark handprints they left, then at his hands, which were still covered in soot.
After a second of thought, he pulled his undershirt up over his head and left it there, too. It was already translucent with sweat, covered in soot, and burnt through in a few places, he didn't think it would be any use. The heat against his bare chest felt just as sweltering as when he had a shirt on, but the breeze against his torso as he moved was mildly refreshing, even as it caused goosebumps to prick up. He looked down and blushed as he felt his nipples harden against the air, tiny droplets of sweat dropping across them. He reached over to pick his sword from the ground and his hand left a long trail of dark soot across his chest. He absentmindedly trailed his free hand against his chest, scratching against his heavy pectorals. The cave felt like a gigantic steam room— the humidity from the sea met with the magma to make a layer of thick, humid air. He was sweating and out of breath, but felt surprisingly relaxed. But then he shook his head, trying to clear it.
Squall grabbed his blade and hurried on, again aware of his time limit— he wasn't sure how long he'd been in the cave, but it couldn't have been more than a minute or two, even though it already felt like hours. He blew out an annoyed breath as sweat trickled down his back. He reached one hand back to scratch his lower back, only realizing as he drew his hand back that he had just smeared the soot around more.
Moving further, he came to a split in the path, one going a short way until dead-ending at an outcropping of rock, the other heading to the large stone island in the center of the cavern. He headed towards the latter path, but dove to the ground as he felt a wind in the superheated air above him. There was another blast of air and a shrieking cry as he rolled over and got to his knees, scanning above him for whatever it had been that had attacked him.
Two large bats hung in the air, each flapping their large, translucent wings to stay above the magma sea. One of them swooped down and Squall swung out of its way, but its claws still clipped his left shoulder, leaving behind a thin cut that rapidly swelled with blood. Squall grit his teeth and cast an angry bolt of lightning at the retreating bat, striking it down in midflap. The other bat shrieked out and dove towards him, but this time he was ready and swung out, cutting through one of its wings so that it pinwheeled and hit the ground hard, flapping across the ground until it fell into the magma with a shriek.
With his last dive to the ground, he had covered his torso with reddish dust, although already trails of sweat were drawing clean paths through the mess. He almost raised a hand to wipe the dust away, remembering this time that his hands were still sooty, and equally dusty now, anyway. The scratch on his shoulder was still bleeding slowly, but it had been a glancing blow and it was a pretty shallow cut, so he didn't think it was worth spending a spell on it.
He hurried towards the center of the cavern, sword in hand. His left hand trailed across his stomach, ruffling his sparse belly hair. He was sure his face was flushed red now; on top of everything else he could feel his cock twitch and lengthen inside his sweaty underwear. He edged his hand under the waistband of his pants, pressing the tips of his fingers against the red marks his belt had made against his skin.
His belt had been folded and shifted when he fought, and now it was uncomfortably tight and pressing against his skin. His heavy leather pants were scuffed all over and even more ripped up at the knees now after taking a few dives to the ground. They were covered in dust, too. Squall loosened his belt and his pants slipped down to a more comfortable position, hanging off his hips. The inside folds of his pants were slick with sweat and felt absolutely terrible as he shifted his pants around. He paused for a second, then removed his belt, taking the final swig of water from his canteen before dropping it on the path like with the rest of his garments, and let his pants sag further, letting more of his skin access the open air. His legs felt chafed all over from his sweaty skin rubbing against the inner leather.
Sweat dripped into his eyes as he looked down and he cursed, then wiped a hand across his face that came back dripping with sweat. At this point, his sweating skin didn't feel sticky or oily, just wet. And clean compared to the soot and the dirt he had sticking to his body. He ran a hand through his dripping hair, which was plastered to his skull with sweat. His hand came back wet and clean, and he was suddenly aware of how gritty his hair would be feeling once he got out of the cavern.
He blew out an annoyed breath. This morning already he'd had his face sliced open, and later on he was looking forward to facing off against a highly-trained hostile army in the SeeD exam. But first, he had to finish this mission— just taking on a minor deity— and get out. He stomped down the final few meters of the rocky path, until he was standing on the central island.
It was surrounded by rocky pillars that reminded him of bones, and at the very center was a circular hole that went straight down into the ground. He walked closer, peering down into its depths, but jolted back when a pillar of flame burst out of it, followed by a gigantic body.
Large, curved horns rose from below, a rough black colour, followed by a massive head. The monster had reddish skin, fiery yellow eyes and a bestial muzzle lined with sharp teeth. His ears were pointed at the tips and had several golden hoops pierced through the lobes and outer shell to match the thick bull lead through his nose. Surrounding his face was a mane of reddish hair, flowing out behind his body like fire. Squall swallowed and grasped his gunblade tight, bringing it to bear as what could only be the Guardian Force Ifrit emerged from the flames.
His entire body was the same dusky red colour, and as his unnaturally long arms cleared the lip of the hole he reached up, massive muscles contracting, to grasp at the lip of the hole. He dug his taloned claws into the ground, then pulled himself up into the air to land in a crouch in front of the hole. His legs, even though they were each larger around than Squall's entire body, seemed thin and spindly compared to his overmuscled arms and chest.
Ifrit rose his shaggy head into the air and roared, a sound that echoed through the cavern and sent pebbles dancing on the ground, then lunged forward at Squall, who dove to the left just in time to avoid a sweep from Ifrit's dark claws. As Ifrit drew back from his first attack, Squall rapidly tried to think of battle tactics. Ifrit was about twice as tall as Squall was, but since he was constantly hunched over it would probably be possible to try to attack his head directly— Squall's train of thought was interrupted as Ifrit swung out again, and this time Squall blocked his strike with his gunblade. The sheer force behind the swing drove him staggering backwards, his arms aching from the impact.
"Impudent human!" Ifrit roared out, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he howled. Squall circled Ifrit, hoping to get behind him to attack, only to be foiled when Ifrit swiftly spun and knocked Squall supine with a single swipe of his hand.
Squall wheezed, coughing, as he tried to draw breath back into his lungs. He looked around, seeing his gunblade on the ground at the edge of the island, knocked against one of the rocky pillars. He rolled to his feet, only to be thrown back to the ground by a swing of Ifrit's hands. This time Ifrit managed to pin him to the ground; one of his massive hands spanned across Squall's chest; his thumb notched into the ground right by Squall's ear, crunching and crackling as Ifrit closed his fist around Squall's torso. His fingers dug against the left side of his ribcage, right under his arm; the massive bracelet of gold around Ifrit's wrist digging pressing warmly against his stomach. The smooth, thick skin of Ifrit's palm rubbed against Squall's chest and peaked nipples. The surge of sensation flooded through Squall's body, hardening his cock, and he bit the inside of his lip to stop himself from moaning out. Squall struggled, rubbing further against Ifrit's hand, kicking out at Ifrit's forearm, but all that accomplished was Ifrit using his other hand to pin Squall's legs to the ground.
Ifrit glowered down at Squall and bared his alarmingly sharp teeth. "You dare fight me?" he said, and even when he wasn't roaring the sound of his voice made Squall's ears ring.
The looming GF actually seemed to expect an answer to his question, even through from Squall's point of view the fight was ostensibly over. "...Yes?" he panted out, after an awkward pause. He kept struggling against Ifrit's hands, trying to ignore how his cock was hard and slick just from humping it against Ifrit's hand, or how every time he moved his torso his stiff nipples rubbed against the rough skin of Ifrit's palm.
Ifrit raised his head up to let out a deep, booming laugh, and Squall took that as his chance. Rapidly, he let off an Ice spell at Ifrit's chest, the magical cold freezing a chunky spear of ice that crashed against Ifrit's chest. Ifrit pulled his hands up to grasp at the rapidly-melting ice, his laugh turning into an angry cry. Squall rocked to his feet again and ran to where his gunblade was stuck embedded into the ground, peppering Ifrit's body with Ice spells as he ran. Ifrit had started to respond with fire of his own, and half the time the chunks of ice sizzled and vaporized before they impacted his body. In fact, it looked like the other half of the time all Squall was managing to hit Ifrit with was icewater.
Ifrit let out another angry roar and charged at Squall again, but this time he was somewhat ready and slid out of the way as Ifrit hit one of the rocky pillars, the impact blasting great chunks of it apart. Squall swung with his blade, cutting a slice in Ifrit's flank that bled dark blood, then moved away from the Guardian Force, casting more as he went.
The two clashed again near the center of the island, uncomfortably close to the yawning pit at the very center, and this time Squall used his smaller size to his advantage, clamoring across Ifrit's body as the beast struck out at him. Despite the situation— angry GF trying to claw him apart on a small rock in the center of a magma sea— Squall found each rough contact between them pulling at something below his stomach; his slide over Ifrit's slick muscled back was a lot sloppier than it had to be, part because his cock was half-hard, trapped uncomfortably in his sagging pants, part because he kept staring more at Ifrit's shifting muscles and less at his claws. Ifrit growled below him as Squall slipped over his shoulder and his cock twitched. Ifrit's pivot swung him off the muscled GF and back to the ground, his legs buckling slightly as he landed.
If he had thought he was hot and sweaty just walking around in the cavern, this proved him wrong. His hair was matted flat against his head, and he was dripping sweat. He was panting hard; the heat and the steaming failures of Ice spells were not doing good things to his ability to respirate. He couldn't judge how Ifrit was faring, but he was bleeding and wet and snarling. They were at opposite sides of the island, although that still put them about four meters away from each other, maximum. Ifrit was crouched to the ground, almost pawing at the ground like a bull. And it was all Squall could do to keep his sword up and in his hand; his arms ached and his hands were slippery with sweat and water.
Ifrit tensed, his paws catching against the rough ground, then lunged forward, batting Squall against one of the rocky pillars and knocking his gunblade from his hand again. His claws curled around Squall's torso, the thick black nail of his thumb scraping across his chest, close to one of his hardened nipples. Squall groaned automatically and panted, his struggling against Ifrit's grasp only making him curl tighter; his rough, pebbled skin rubbing against Squall's body.
Ifrit stared down at Squall, something halfway between a leer and a smirk on his face. "Many of your... SeeDs have come to fight me," he started, and Squall stilled at his voice. "but none before have responded like this:", he continued as he slid his free hand almost softly up Squall's leg. He cupped Squall's trapped cock, his fingers spread across his thighs, two rubbing beneath his confined balls.
Looking aside, Squall flushed red even as he ground his cock against Ifrit's palm. Ifrit rocked his hand back obligingly, although his other hand, clamping Squall's arms to his sides, remained unmoving. He arched back, minutely increasing the contact between his chest and Ifrit's constraining hand.
"Uh..." Squall said, unable to think of any possible rejoinder but nevertheless knowing that Ifrit surely expected some response from him. He glanced to the side, avoiding making eye contact with Ifrit even as he continued rubbing his palm against Squall's cock.
Ifrit made an awful choking sound it took Squall a second to realize was laughter, then spoke again: "You humans amuse me so; you all avoid doing what you desire." Ifrit fell silent for a moment, his hands still rubbing softly against Squall's body. "But surely you desire me, do you not?"
This was a question Squall figured he could answer easily: "Yes," he groaned out, face red.
Ifrit laughed again, his voice deep and loud. "So take it—" But then he leaned close, so his broad, flat nose was almost touching Squall's; his hot breath blowing out across Squall's face. "Or perhaps I should take you?"
Squall opened his mouth to respond or maybe just make vague desperate noises, but Ifrit tilted his head down that final fraction and brought their lips together. With the size difference, it was more like Squall's lips against Ifrit's teeth, as Ifrit's lips covered most of Squall's face, from the bottom of his nose to just above his chin. But Ifrit groaned against Squall's mouth, his tongue prodding against his lips, parting them to delve into Squall's mouth.
Squall moaned, mouth opening wide as he leaned toward Ifrit, kissing him messily back. Ifrit kept his hands busy even as he kissed and licked at Squall's face, tugging and rubbing along Squall's bare skin. His tongue was long and slippery as he fed it to Squall, mashing it against his teeth and Squall's own squirming tongue. Squall groaned again, his breath hitching, and struggled against Ifrit's grasp to free his arms to pull Ifrit closer. Ifrit kept him pinned, struggling, as he kissed him wetly, a vibrating chuckle deep in his throat. But Ifrit drew back, pulling apart even as he licked his lips looking down at Squall.
Ifrit loosed his massive hand from around Squall, who sank to the ground, legs trembling. Ifrit crouched with him, his other hand still groping at Squall's crotch. Squall reached out slowly and placed a hand lightly on Ifrit's chest, spreading his fingers out until his palm was flat against the skin. Ifrit's skin was velvety, covered in tiny reddish hairs, still slick from their fight. Squall slid his hand across Ifrit's dusky hide to the tuft of hair on his chest, then down across his muscled stomach.
Squall stared down at Ifrit's muscled thighs; at Ifrit's cock, half-hard. It jutted out from a dense thatch of pubic hair, a drop of thick fluid clinging from the hooded head. Squall stopped with his hand against Ifrit's abdomen, wiry hairs between his fingers. Ifrit rumbled above him, his hand stroking Squall's cock through his pants, and Squall felt heat rise in his face. He unbuttoned his pants as he grasped Ifrit's cock, the rough sweaty hair tangling his fingers. He could see tremors run through Ifrit's legs as he began feeling his cock, hefting its weight in his hand. It was thick; even half-hard he couldn't wrap his fingers around the heavy shaft.
Squall reached up, across Ifrit's clawed hand now poking holes in his underwear, to grasp loosely around Ifrit's wrist, just below his heavy golden bracelet. He slid his other hand across Ifrit's length, fingers becoming slick with the musky precome slowly oozing from the head of his cock, then reached down to tug as his low-hanging balls, each one alone more than a handful.
Ifrit pulled up and Squall cried out, surprised, as Ifrit picked him up one-handed. Squall automatically grabbed at Ifrit to keep his balance, one hand gripping Ifrit's wrist, the other, his thigh. Ifrit balanced Squall in his hand, his ass spread on his palm as his claws curled against his back; Ifrit's thumb curling up between his thighs to press against Squall's inner thigh, the very tip of his thumb still rubbing against his cock. He reached out with his other hand and pulled down at Squall's pants, already spread around his thighs, which slid loosely down his legs to catch on his boots. He pulled carefully at Squall's underwear for a moment, then grasped the waistband firmly and pulled, ripping it to pieces with a loud tear. Squall's cock flopped out, resting along the indentation made by Ifrit's thick talon grasping Squall's muscled thigh.
Ifrit brought his arm close and opened his mouth wide, the sight of his many sharp teeth sending Squall's adrenaline spiking for a moment until his tongue lolled out to lick its way down Squall's sweaty chest. Ifrit's long, slick tongue slid across his chest, first to one nipple and then the other, each touch sending a rough spike of pleasure through his body. His tongue was hot and slick, and Ifrit's moist puffs of breath raised goosebumps for a moment as he lapped at his skin. Squall felt a rising thrill in the pit of his stomach as Ifrit lapped across his stomach, like some coil winding beneath his skin.
The massive Guardian Force leaned down and licked Squall's hardening cock. His thick, long tongue slid around the base of his cock as he drizzled saliva over it and Squall let out an undignified moan, his breath hitching halfway through. He closed his eyes and focused on breathing evenly; the scorching heat made him feel lightheaded and Ifrit's slick tongue on his cock distracted him from his growing breathlessness. Though he hardly noticed it, Ifrit lowered him closer to the ground, until his boots caught against the floor. Ifrit kept him on his broad hand as he stooped over to continue licking at Squall's cock. Only the final contact with the ground as Ifrit slid his hand out from under Squall's ass registered, and then only so much as to arc his hips up, pressing his cock closer to Ifrit's mouth.
Ifrit reached over and wrapped a hand around one of Squall's ankles, his massive fingers curling lightly against Squall's muscled leg, then pulled up, first removing the tangle of his pants as carefully as he could (which meant adding quite a few more holes in the leather), then tugging Squall's leg up into the air, sending him sprawling on his back in the dust. Ifrit licked down across Squall's balls and then between his legs, and Squall let out a shout as the tip of Ifrit's tongue settled between his ass cheeks.
Squall struggled again, but when Ifrit forced his tongue into the tight ring of Squall's asshole he let out a high-pitched cry, moaning and pushing back against Ifrit's bulk. Ifrit grinned against Squall's leg and bent down, forcing his long tongue deeper, dumping more slick saliva into Squall's ass.
Squall huffed loudly, awkwardly scrabbling with his hands against Ifrit's legs. He could see only the crown of Ifrit's stooped head between his raised legs, pressed close to his ass. He tried to sit up, only to have Ifrit growl incoherently at him and pull him up, Ifrit himself rolling back in a pile of limbs, so he ended up sprawled against Ifrit's body, prone on Ifrit's neck and chest, with his legs splayed around Ifrit's curved horns, Ifrit's hands still grasped around his ankles. He was facing Ifrit's cock, the thick length still only half-hard; the heavy foreskin half-covering the head, dark purple and with a glinting golden piercing still mostly covered. He grabbed at Ifrit's cock as his tongue shifted deep inside him, pulling another broken cry out of him as his cock drooled out a string of precome onto Ifrit's stomach.
He slid a hand up Ifrit's cock to feel the thick veins running across the shaft and spread his legs as Ifrit continued licking and slobbering at his ass. Ifrit had hard metal piercings on the shaft of his cock, a series of golden barbels up the underside of his cock, and his cock twitched in Squall's hands as he ran his fingers over them. Ifrit pulled Squall back, sucking and biting around the rim of Squall's ass. He could feel the wet twisting of Ifrit's tongue deep inside him, and as Ifrit stooped lower his broad tongue hit some spot inside him. Squall shuddered and cried out; Ifrit's cock slipped from his fingers to bob heavily above his crotch, thick drops of precome pulling out in ribbons as they dribbled from the tip of Ifrit's cock.
It wasn't long until Squall felt a familiar tightening in his stomach, and he reached down to pump his cock for only a few strokes, until he cried out as he came. His balls pulled up tight against the base of his cock and several strings of come shot out, across Ifrit's stomach, most splattering against Ifrit's cock, webbing across the thick meat and sliding slowly into his bushy pubic hair. He felt Ifrit pull back, his tongue writhing out of Squall's ass.
Squall opened his eyes and looked over his shoulder, to where Ifrit was pulling what looked like over a foot of tongue out of his ass, saliva running down his chin and into his mane. "You are so sensitive?" he boomed out, angling his head to Squall's dick.
Squall didn't think he could blush any harder, but he managed to stammer out "Um, this is the first time I've—" before cutting himself off.
Ifrit, however, just looked pleased— which was a fairly alarming expression on him. "Then I must show you a memorable time," he growled out, his voice deeper and less deafening than usual, a massive predatory grin on his face as he continued: "As would be befitting of your... lesser experience." He released Squall's ankles and slid his hands up Squall's legs until his fists were clenched around his upper thigh, an action that coaxed a wakening stir from Squall's soft cock. Ifrit rubbed his clawed index fingers against Squall's slick hole, then carefully dug them into his loosened asshole and pulled them apart, stretching Squall's hole open. He bent down and spat into Squall's open hole, the thick saliva clinging to the inner walls of Squall's ass.
Squall cried out, looking over his shoulder as Ifrit dug his fingers deeper into his slick, loosened asshole. His dick stirred at the sight, still slick with his own come. Ifrit bent down and licked around his ass again then drew back, upright, Squall tumbling down from his perch on Ifrit's chest, and slid his hard cock against the crack of Squall's ass. Squall froze for a moment as the massive, hot flesh pressed against his spread-open asshole, his again-hard cock spitting out more precome as it happened, but Ifrit's cock slid up between Squall's legs to press against Squall's jutting dick.
Ifrit's cock was a darker shade of red than the rest of his skin, and the revealed head was so dark as to be purplish. His thick foreskin was wrinkled around the flared head of his cock, slick with precome. With his foreskin pulled back he could see that Ifrit had a thick golden ring punched straight through the head of his cock, threaded through the slit and coming out through the underside. Precome was freely drizzling out of the tip, forming great stringy ropes that quickly coated Squall's cock and trickled down his inclined stomach to mix with the load he'd already shot. Ifrit pumped his cock through Squall's slick thighs a few times, splashing his precome all over Squall's legs and belly, then crouched down to slot the head against Squall's open asshole. He rubbed the head once or twice, then grasped at Squall's asshole and pulled outward as he leaned forward, forcing Squall's ass open around the bloated head of his dick.
Squall yelled out as the head slowly opened up his ass, and he hardly even noticed as his cock spewed a stringy load all over himself as Ifrit shoved his massive cock into Squall. Ifrit spit again, his saliva splattering at the rim of Squall's asshole as he pushed in. He shifted Squall around his cock minisculely, his asshole opening wider as he shuttled his cock back and forth, his talons, glossy with spit and precome, pulling Squall's ass out. The head of his dick sunk slowly into Squall's ass, which closed snugly around the thick shaft of Ifrit's cock.
Squall took deep, gulping breaths as he became used to the thick, hot cock splitting him open. His asshole spasmed around the shaft, his already slack and relaxed muscles pulled to their limit around the massive intruder. Ifrit hunched as he pushed in further, his cock slipping in more smoothly after the broad crown of his cock was inside. His slick, stringy precome helped his cock slide in, and as he fucked Squall he splattered bursts of precome against the walls of his ass, shooting with more and more force, each like a miniature orgasm for the hulking beast.
Ifrit pulled Squall closer, his mouth open as he panted with rasping breaths, and the first of the golden nubs slipped into his ass. Squall moaned out, scratching furrows in the rocky dirt of the island. Ifrit took one hand away from forcing his ass open and slid it across Squall's chest, picking up his own precome along with Squall's slick come in rough splatters, then lifted his hand up to his mouth, where he licked a broad stripe across his palm, drinking down the thick mixture.
Ifrit rocked back and forth, fucking Squall's ass with short segments of his cock, jolting Squall back with each meaty thrust deeper. The flared head of Ifrit's cock hit some barrier deep in Squall ass and they both groaned, Squall's breathy grunt drowned out by Ifrit's growling roar. He pulled out slightly, moved Squall around on his cock, then forced his cock back in, pressing deeper and deeper. Another thick piercing slipped into Squall's ass and he groaned out, his cock once again stiffening. Ifrit leered down at Squall and pressed one heavy hand against Squall's chest, preparing for the savage thrust that drove another few inches inside. Squall cried out, Ifrit's cock thumping against the inside of his body; stretching him out to fit. His ass was broken open, a slick mix of precome and saliva drooling out around the loose seal Ifrit's dick made as he pistoned through his asshole.
Squall pulled himself up to his elbows to look at the thick shaft of Ifrit's cock, focusing at how much of it was still outside his ass. Ifrit reached out and angled Squall's head up, his inhumanly-long fingers curling around Squall's chin and neck, and forced him to stare into Ifrit's eyes.
Ifrit used his other hand to grasp around Squall's waist and pull, hard, forcing most of the rest of his cock into Squall's gaping asshole in one long thrust. Squall again shouted out loudly, his cock pulsing painfully as he began to come again, shooting out only a few thin spurts of come over his chest. Almost all of Ifrit's cock was in him, only an inch or two left between Squall's obscenely stretched ass and the thick base of Ifrit's cock, covered in messy red hair.
Ifrit leaned back, pulling Squall with him until he was squatting over Ifrit's cock, his legs trembling with the effort of standing under his own weight. Ifrit roared loudly and his cock pulsed rapidly inside Squall. He felt massive bursts of fluid fill his guts, and the thicker precome drizzled out of his stretched-open ass and onto Ifrit's muscled stomach. Squall's asshole spasmed ineffectively as his legs gave out and he sank onto Ifrit's cock. The flared crown of Ifrit's cock dug through Squall's guts, forcing itself deeper as he slid slowly down, until his ass was pressed against Ifrit's massive balls, Ifrit's rough, wiry pubic hair scratching against his thighs. Ifrit waited, staring at Squall as he struggled for breath, impaled on his cock; it felt like the head of Ifrit's cock was pressing against his lungs. But slowly Squall regained his breath and sat, legs spread wide, arms loose and trembling, on Ifrit's abdomen.
Ifrit grinned at Squall, his bared teeth and lolling tongue more alarming than anything else, then curled his arms around Squall's ass and back, supporting Squall on his massive hands. He slowly pulled Squall off his cock, until the flared crown of his cock pulled Squall's asshole wide again, the thick head remaining partly inside Squall. Thick splashes of precome were constantly burbling from his cock, and the fluid spurted into Squall's ass only to drool out around the loose seal of Ifrit's cock, down the massive shaft, dripping from his wet foreskin and down onto his hairy stomach and balls.
For a second Squall stood almost upright on Ifrit's stomach, until Ifrit pulled back his hands and Squall sunk down onto his cock, unable to hold up his own weight. Now, His ass opened easily to Ifrit's cock, and when half the massive dick was lodged in his ass Ifrit thrust upwards, pulling down on Squall's shoulders to ram the remaining length of his cock into Squall's ass with one fierce thrust.
Ifrit's cock spasmed violently inside Squall's ass and he started bucking his hips. He threw his head back, making a low growl that raised in volume until it peaked at a terrible roar. Squall bounced up and down on his cock, easily a foot of cock sliding in and out of him as Ifrit roared, the massive cock inside him twitching and spasming as Ifrit started to come. The first blast erupted with the force of a punch to Squall's guts, and the second and third left him gasping for breath as Ifrit hammered his spurting cock into his guts. Thick hot come poured out around Ifrit's cock with wet slopping sounds as Ifrit continued rocking Squall back and forth.
He slowly eased Squall off his cock and with each spasm more and more come blasted out from his spurting cock, the overflow forming thick pools in the crevices of Ifrit's muscled stomach and spilling out across his body, trickling to the ground below. Eventually the broad head, flared wide outward as he came, popped out of Squall's ass, spurting burning red come all over his ass and thighs. Ifrit's roar subsided to a low growl as Squall sank down onto Ifrit's thighs, his legs giving out. Ifrit was still shooting off, his cock spurting come all across his body, coating his bestial face and monstrous chest with thick streamers of come. Ifrit wrapped a clawed hand around the base of his spurting cock and stroked it, squeezing and rubbing, sending the last thick spurts of thick, jelly-like come all over their bodies.
Eventually his orgasm died down as only trickles of thick, chunky come oozed from the distended tip of his cock. Squall attempted to wipe the come from his face and shook his hand, sending thick blobs of the stuff splattering onto Ifrit's hide. Ifrit looked up, his face streaked with white streamers, his glowing eyes seeming dim with fatigue. He pulled Squall up to lie across Ifrit's massive chest and dug two fingers deep into Squall's come-filled ass.
Squall closed his eyes and cried out as Ifrit prodded against his insides, his fingers reaching depths easily that Squall hadn't known he had until now. Ifrit's broad, blunt fingers prodded against his insides and soon he came again, his half-hard cock spasming and drawing forth only a few droplets of thin fluid, but the orgasm locked up all his muscles as at passed over him. He could feel Ifrit rumble, the vibration carrying in his chest and through Squall's body.
"Then," Ifrit started, his tongue lolling out of his mouth as he panted. His voice was almost at a normal volume, so that it didn't hurt to hear his base voice while lying on his chest. "I suppose you deserve to receive my aid."
"Huh?" Squall questioned, his mind slowly coming back from the dim buzz of repeated orgasm.
Ifrit grinned, his thick lips splitting open to display sharp teeth. "Well, perhaps for a year— after that I may have to... redetermine your ability."
Ifrit raised his right hand, his fingers dripping come, to press Squall to his chest, then sat up. Squall awkwardly half-stood on Ifrit's thighs, half-dangled from his hand as Ifrit reached up with his left hand to pull Squall's gunblade from the pillar it was embedded in. Squall stepped to the ground as Ifrit released him from his grasp and crumpled under his own weight; his legs were wobbly and weak and his ass felt raw and aching. It was only a few paces to where his blade had fallen, but he progressed slowly, tensing with each step as his legs complained and his reamed-open ass sent aches through his body. He could feel a thick slickness on his legs as trails of Ifrit's come leaked from his wrecked ass and slid down the back of his thighs.
He stooped to pick up his gunblade and the resulting twinge in his lower back sent him to his knees. He readied a cure spell, only to have Ifrit's heavy hand press against his back. Squall looked over his shoulder, ignoring the shock of pain that sent through his back. Ifrit himself, however, was already dissolving into light as he prepared to relocate himself into Squall's mind. The jolting shock when he did felt like a whirlwind passing through the back of his head, and the diffuse heat that settled over his body afterwards soothed his aches and pains.
Soon Ifrit had vanished altogether, leaving Squall on his knees, naked in the center of the magma sea. His discarded pants lay nearby, ragged and dusty. Squall wasn't sure about his clothes; he was coated in come, both his own and Ifrit's, and Ifrit's load was still dripping down his legs. He attempted to wipe off the worst of the splatters of come across his body with only his hands— first the light streaks across his face, then the heavy trails seeping from his ass. His fingers effortlessly slipped into his ass as he ran his hand across it, and a heavy slug of come drooled out from between them. He hastily drew his hand back, and wiped his come-coated fingers against his thigh.
He staggered to his feet, the pain gone except for a few dull aches, and stumbled towards his pants. With Ifrit inside him, the cave felt less like an inferno and closer to pleasantly warm, but he was still sweating freely. The sweat was, at least, helping to wash away the heavy layer of mingled come coating his body, but the sticky mixture made his pants almost impossible to pull back up and even less comfortable to wear. The knees were ripped up to uselessness, too; he'd have to throw out this pair when he got back to Garden.
Squall still felt like blushing; he was sure that this had been an... unorthodox method of GF gathering. To put it bluntly, he thought, probably anyone at the Garden would be horrified if they found out and he'd probably be expelled. He figured he should feel dirty or alarmed or used or something, somehow... well, he did feel fairly debauched; just thinking about the dim buzz in the back of his head that was Ifrit made his cock twitch, but for all of the dizzy unexpectedness of the encounter he was looking forward to Ifrit's promised 'redetermination'.
The monsters in the cave apparently knew enough to avoid him now that Ifrit was carried with him, so Squall was lost in thought as he walked back to the entrance, absent-mindedly hitching up his pants with his belt and wiping himself down with his undershirt before tugging it on over his sweaty torso as he collected them. It was hard, at least, to see the comestains under the mess of dirt and soot he was streaked with, now. His jacket was last, dropped almost at the entrance of the cavern and untouched. The metal buckles were hot to the touch as Squall pulled it over his sweaty, wet shoulders.
The dim tunnel to the surface was positively wonderful to walk through, with the heat at his back and the rushing air to cool what little of his skin was still exposed. He could see Prof. Trepe standing at the doorway, looking anxiously between her watch and the cavern entrance.
As Squall emerged she perked up, happily pressing a button on her watch. "You just made it! I was starting to get worried, but you made it out with a little over a minute to spare!" Then she seemed to get a good look at Squall: matted, sweaty hair; ripped, punctured pants, undershirt stained with dirt and sweat. She raised a hand to her mouth and giggled. "Did you have an easy time?"
Squall paused for a moment, rustling anxiously in his clothes. "...Whatever."
That made Prof. Trepe laugh so hard she lost her balance. "Well, let's get you back to the Garden so we can test your new GF's skills and you can get cleaned up before the SeeD Exam." She turned and began efficiently working her way around the rocky bluff, heading back to Garden. Squall followed behind, attempting to avoid any strenuous rock-climbing.
Back at the Garden, there was, of course, the formality of showing that he had actually collected a GF and was capable of junctioning it.
His first proper Junction to Ifrit felt like them together in the Fire Cavern all over again, like Ifrit slamming into him, massive hands curling around his thighs as he started to come hard blasts into Squall's guts, all in one fierce half-second. He staggered backwards and fell out of battle posture as he shifted to conceal his stiffening cock.
Prof. Trepe looked up, worried, until he pulled himself into something like battle posture, perhaps with his hips canted far too far back to be regulation, and displayed the elemental junction abilities he had set out in the beginning for.
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